We went for a visit with Uncle John, Aunt Heather, and Leah on Saturday. It was hot, so it was a perfect day to play in the pool. Patrick immediately went for Leah's new sandbox which is filled with green and blue sand. It was great to hang out, talk and enjoy a cook-out. We think we even know the name of the soon to arrive baby G.
Patrick was having a blast in the sand until he was forced to get out (one too many throws of sand at other people). The sand in the ear has to be proof of fun.
The girls were content to be in the pool. They swam, snacked, played, and then swam some more. They had so much fun that the pool needed a refill.
Going down the slide into the water sure is fun....what a good idea.
Pesci was in the pool too. He didn't even seem to mind all the torture of the children.
Patrick finally decided that he wanted to get in the pool too. Much to the dismay of Uncle John, Patrick insisted on being "
nudey boy" in the pool. It was funny and caused Aunt Heather and I to brainstorm all the terrible things that would happen if Brian's and John's genes should ever cross. We came to
the conclusion that the by product would be born with a remote in one hand, a cheap beer in the other, a couch sewn to its butt and its first words would be stupid movie quotes.
Patrick was totally tortured by Uncle John's tickling. The torment last a good ten minutes!
By the time we left the kids were exhausted. I think it was almost 11:00 by the time we got home. All the playing really did wipe them out.
Patrick was having a blast in the sand until he was forced to get out (one too many throws of sand at other people). The sand in the ear has to be proof of fun.
The girls were content to be in the pool. They swam, snacked, played, and then swam some more. They had so much fun that the pool needed a refill.
Going down the slide into the water sure is fun....what a good idea.
Pesci was in the pool too. He didn't even seem to mind all the torture of the children.
Patrick finally decided that he wanted to get in the pool too. Much to the dismay of Uncle John, Patrick insisted on being "nudey boy" in the pool. It was funny and caused Aunt Heather and I to brainstorm all the terrible things that would happen if Brian's and John's genes should ever cross. We came to the conclusion that the by product would be born with a remote in one hand, a cheap beer in the other, a couch sewn to its butt and its first words would be stupid movie quotes.
Patrick was totally tortured by Uncle John's tickling. The torment last a good ten minutes!
By the time we left the kids were exhausted. I think it was almost 11:00 by the time we got home. All the playing really did wipe them out.
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